Walking into my Mama’s house. . .
And seeing all the familiar faces.
Reveling in the love and laughter and conversation
Swirling there.
Brothers, sisters,
In laws, nieces, nephews
And now the great grands as well.
Tonight, there were far away faces there.
Israel. His family.
And the newest face.
Maxwell. So cute, so alert. So precious.
I find myself looking for the face that is missing.
How can it be so long?
Putting the chairs away, cleaning up afterwards.
Youngest Sister, Alma, says to me,
“Look! There’s Dad’s writing!”
And there it was. In his very own style.
Mark Yoder, Sr.
Written under the seat of every folding chair.
I looked at her eyes. Filling with tears.
I am not going to cry tonight.
If I start, I won’t stop.
If we miss him this much,
What must Mama ever feel?
And so, I freeze the feelings,
As I see my brave little sister do.
So many good memories to think about.
So many, many things to remember.
And now, at home, the tears run down like rivers.
Good days. Hard days.
But never a one without the hope of Heaven.
What an incredible promise!
What an incredible plan!
What an incredible Savior!
We shall see him, soon again!
Lord Jesus. I believe!
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Delaware Grammy 
My Mom’s enjoying her heavenly home for 5 years now and sometimes I still have a good cry for missing her so much.
Keeping you Dear BEG in my thoughts and also saying a prayer for you. What areeyour Thanksgiving plans?
Me, too.
Hello, BEG! Thinking of you.
Thanks for sharing !
Awww that is wonderful what you wrote, *hugs*
I am sure daddy is smiling down from heaven at you all, and he is looking over Max too
I so know those feelings of sadness. But yes we will see them again some day what a joy that is to KNOW we will see them again. Praying for you.
RYC: LOL ha I knew that would get a response from someone and likedaughter like mother you responded!! As for coming there to organize a cookie exchange……. I am sue you would get a better turnout then I would!! Mujerfeliz did one last year tell her to expand hers!!!
Mary I made a photo copy of that Christmas Check that dad wrote the day before he died. Just seeing his handwriting brings a flood of warm memories and also saddness of our loss. Love you.